Jeanpaul arrived from Tacloban yesterday and luckily in perfect timing it was my dayoff so I was able to go along with him. After a grueling afternoon in Megamall and later in Cubao, hopping from one music shop to another, we had a few beers in his cousin Cliff’s place, then later on headed to see what was going on in Mayrics around 10:30pm. The place was jampacked, oozing with cigarette smoke everywhere, heavily stenched with alcohol, and in some instances funked with human sweat. But it was cool. Better than the hostile crowds we have been in other places. In order to get in we had to shoulder a hundred-fifty bucks each for a bottle of beer inclusive, so we could watch a band called Spongecoke or cola something, and in a few minutes later realizing that we began sweating as though we were in the Sahara, having nothing to sit on, no table to put our bottles atop on, and even no space at all just to have a good look at the performers on stage. Dang. We shoulda been early. So we went
outside for “some” fresh air. We only spent an hour, mostly outside, and later on decided to head home. So much for the hundred-fifty bucks.
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Written by domz at 12:13 PM.